Agh! Numbers! I initially had a pad open with chronological notes. But now I realize that I need to use a spreadsheet for battles like these.
Squadron Nightraven had done much the same to the other enemy drones around them, and shredded most of them to pieces without much of a fight. The other shield wings also made quick work of their enemies, although they didn't tear through them like Nightraven did. They used more brutal methods. Ma
This allowed him to lend his squadrons to the frontline units to help with their repairs. This also gave them a level of autonomy, though Wrench made sure to keep their supplies topped up. His own squadron brought supplies to them as they requested it: repair materials, ammunition, food, medicine, e
They continued with their duties, oblivious to the devastation that they were about to be a part of. Their only orders were to repair each other, and not much else. Even if their sensors had picked up the incoming fire, they didn't have any instructions to counter them. The shells spun faster and f
The dead and wounded were extracted from their mecha and immediately rushed off to the hospital back towards headquarters. The dead far outnumbered the wounded, but even the "lucky" few survivors were on the brink of death themselves. Some were missing portions of their torso, or even their entire
But she didn't charge in with all her numbers. She felt it would have led to needless casualties. Instead, she had only put four of her squadrons forward and deployed less than 150 units on the front. He thought she was committing suicide! Then he saw as she literally took command of the battlefie
However, even with superior weapons, the cadets' mood didn't improve at all. They had felt the rush of victory, but the feeling quickly subsided to the pain of loss. It left a hollow taste in their mouths. They had already lost too many during Hell Week, and now they lost even more. And it was only
The two siblings sat in their mecha and were enraptured by the man on their comms displays. The man was older and looked to be in his 60s. He had short cropped grey hair, intense blue eyes, and a kind, fatherly smile. "Thank you both for the presents," he said. "I'll make sure to put them to good u
~ At the same time that Eva had clashed with the enemy drones, Gryphon squadron slipped past and went deep into enemy lines. Their mecha were crouched as they dashed quietly among the rubble, their power output as low as possible. Sunflower and her wing had spearheaded the column, sniper rifles in